Lyrics:
like gardens and get your flower snatched
I can write you a book or a scene
Another 48 with Robert Greene to get your power back
Had to monetize my art
(Serving, I'm serving, yeah yeah yeah)
Coming out the box, I be writing memoirs
Going hard, feeling like a star
With my, own, bars
People bringing
hood, fire shots at you (yea)
Tryna keep the guap near you
The community can't keep a shop by you
Kids with they pops in the box near you cuz their bail
like it
Chi-Town swag wit a A-Town bounce
Mix in all in together Watch a hit drop out
See we started from the kitchen, from the bed,
To the couch
Tweakin off henny mix it with the blunts
My bitch bad let her do what she want
(What)
Back to back rounds got me sleepy
Like no hallow I slap from
nothing strange unless you watch your range like a rover
Follow me son, what's done is done, forgot it
God bless his soul while his body's underground
with that shit
These hoes is funny, yup they always staying up with hit
Me Up in their twitter posts
These hoes triflin, they always do the most
All I do
cash , sell this dope fast
Im a bounce back on em by the morning
A lot of my friends turned enemies
I used to drink lean like Hennessy
Quit actin like
wit a A-Town bounce
Mix in all in together watch a hit drop out
See we started from the kitchen, from the bed
To the couch
Gave her forty five
cult, so I'm stickin' to the basics
Came a long way from Cap'n Oak and Duty Basics
Chanted out, CJ taught me how to whip and shake
All the way, hit my
I got the midas touch in my eyes a gorgon stare
Stuff the pussy full of white like a build a bear
I don't mean to be vulgar but it's in my culture, by
an antique handgun."
"The victim's left ear was sliced off by a sharp blade of some kind."
"Yeah, and pinned to the body together with a note reading
of the dirt
When your body dies
In time it is combined
Back into the soil
Lay the spoils for the trees
They feed us oxygen
So that we can breathe
Do not box us
truth, to move your body
You've got no clue if your muse'll get loose"
"Whooo!"
"Who'da knew, that you could groove the way you
Do when you're tuned
Tuned"
a boulder
If ya wanna bring the drama put the rifle to my shoulder
But I ain't trippin cause I'm here to make ya bounce
Counting money by the stacks, bustin
feared by these damn pricks
You think a damn bill will fix someone's death your logic must be chronic
Out of pocket no empathy, like you're a piece
strange unless you watch your range like a rover
Follow me son, what's done is done, forgot it
God bless his soul while his bodys underground rotting
chase the mix
You could put me in a box but I get out that jam so quick
Had to tell ya bout yourself you know the truth is gonna hit
I'm tired of all
Larry damn I'm geeked
Im just getting by (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Every move you start to tweak
You ain't comfy with these diamonds, never been close to your
to do. But suddenly I'm the supervillain
Haunted by the ghosts in ya grandmother house. Sleepin on your couch, cuz you scared the demon gon come out
Let
than the sky and sun
Make a toast to all the assholes
Not in my prime, but I'm still in the Amazon
Body sumo wrestler, hit 'em out of bounds
When I
body to be, and float like Dead Sea
Release the energy from your core
Honesty is the real master key
Your life's something to adore
Guarantee you'll
harassed by the cops
You should’ve listened to Crime Mobb „knuck if u buck“
Revolution is outside waiting for your ass at the park
No false victimization
glassy like looking through a window
Similar to the other night we felt our bodies let go
My mind was elevated and yours was medicated
Sitting real pretty
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